A/N: I'll be posting cosplay pictures of Edo soon on my deviantART. I'm just waiting for my friend to get down here so she could pose and such. Since, you know, Edo is a girl in this. Anyway, warning for crappy writing.
The cold air gripped her lungs as tight as it could, squeezing out all the moister, replacing it with ice. After what seemed like forever, she finally stopped.
Her breathing pattern was deep and harsh, sounding as if she was dying from an asthma attack. Her knees buckled and finally let go, forcing her onto the icy ground beneath her feet. Every part of her seemed to shake from pure adrenaline. The feeling of the chemical pumping through her veins made her sick to her stomach, but she shook it off, trying her hardest to keep the bile down. Once the feeling passed, she finally picked her head up, looking around.
Where was she?
As her eyes wondered around, she didn't notice the house she collapsed in front of. Nor did she notice the door open and a teenaged boy walk up to her. But when he put his hand on her shoulder, she was well aware of it all now.
She jumped at the touch, making the boy chuckle at her reaction.
"Hey," He said. "what are you doing out here? And without any proper clothes or shoes...come on."
The teen held out his hand to the other, flashing her a soft smile as she stood, taking his hand. He walked her in, closing the door behind them. "What's your name?" He asked.
Edo ignored the question, looking around the house. It was warm and pretty cozy, making her want to crawl into bed. Not many pictures hung on the walls. The only ones that did were birthday pictures and graduation photos. He didn't seem very young in any of them, which made her wonder if his family kept any of when he was a child, a baby even.
The boy walked over and chuckled once more. "Okay, not much of a talker are you?" He asked, looking around his house with her.
She nodded, showing that she could indeed hear him. Somehow, she had heard his voice before. She didn't know where or how, but a flag went up as soon as he started talking.
"My name is Alphonse." He said, looking down at her. "Where's your family? Did you run away?"
Again, she nodded, looking down at her hands. They were pale but yet red on the knuckles, showing how cold she truly was. Al patted her on the shoulder, smiling softly.
"Come on. Let's get you some clothes and something to eat." He said, taking her hand.
All of this was familiar. Taking her hand, leading her into the kitchen, making her something to eat, watching her as she ate it. It was almost like Déjà vu, like this had already happened once before. As she finished eating, she stared at him. Soft hazel eyes, short, dirty, golden hair. These traits she had seen before. But where?
Alphonse smiled and took her plate when she was completely done, walking over to the sink to wash it. "So, where do you come from?" He asked, even though he knew she wouldn't answer.
Edo shrugged, looking around the plain kitchen. This house...it had been in her dream many times. But, the boy wasn't. No, she was the only clear figure in her dreams. Everyone else was just gray mist and mumbles. After a long ping of silence, the teen smiled at her.
"I'm from around here, too." He said.
The blonde stared at him, wondering just what was going through that head of his. Why was he answering his own questions? Had he gone mad?
Al turned away from her and began to dry off his hands. "What's your favorite kind of cookie?" He asked.
Cookie? What is a cookie? Her brow fluffed in confusion as she stared at him, trying to figure out his next move. But, somehow, she couldn't really read him. Her cheeks puffed out in frustration.
"I like sugar cookies." He said, answering his own question.
Edo could feel her blood boil as his lips began to open once more. That's it. She was going to answer this question no matter what. It was driving her insane that he kept doing this.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Edo!" She screamed, jumping out of her chair.
The teen smirked, staring at her in triumph. After a while, he chuckled. "Come on, let's get you some clothes." He said, walking up the stairs.
The blonde nodded and ran up after him. The second floor wasn't all that much. All it held were three bedrooms. Two of the doors were open and had something hanging from them. Al's door contained a sign that told all to knock before entering, pictures, and little side notes were taped around it. The master bedroom had a cork board with small notes on it as well, most likely grocery lists, and things to do. But the last door was closed and free of any notes, pictures, grim, anything. Something seemed almost off about it. Without saying a word, Edo walked over to it, opening it.
The walls of the room held a butterfly type wallpaper, it made the girl smile just looking at it. The bed held a quilted blanket, the base and foot board were white wood. A dresser sat on the far end of the room, a mirror above it. The only light in the room came from a lamp that stayed on the bedside table. A small dollhouse was placed right in the middle of the room, the dolls all put where they were supposed to be. A child's room? Where was the child? When she moved into the room, she noticed a small picture on the dresser of a little girl. The same little girl she was in her dreams. With the same little red dress and the same gold hair put into a red bow. She smiled as she remembered the dream about the bow. The gray mists were teasing her about it. She pushed them away and told them that she thought it made her look like a butterfly.
"That's Eleanor." Edo heard from the doorway.
She turned to see Alphonse standing there, looking around the room. "This was her room. When we were little, I used to tease her about how our parents wanted another boy."
The boy chuckled slightly at the memory playing in his head. "She would get so mad at me, thinking I was telling lies. But I would shake my head and tell her I wasn't. Used to call her Ed, the name my parents would have given her if she was a boy.
"That must have been why she ran away..."
Edo looked back down at the picture and shook her head. "No." She said after a while.
Al looked up at her, almost surprised that she spoke yet again.
"That's not the reason she's gone..." She finished, looking at him.
His eyes became wide and he raced across the room, taking her by the shoulders. "You know her!? Where is she?! Where's my little sister!?" He asked, screaming without knowing it.
The girl shook her head, not sure if she should tell him or keep her mouth shut. After saying her first words in years the other day, it was hard to stop. Tears formed in her eyes as she put her head down. Half of her was screaming at her to hug him, to tell him that she was back, to say that she was sorry for running off. But the other half was scolding her, telling her how weak she was to ever think that.
After a moment or two, he let go. "I'm sorry...I just miss her so much..."
She looked up at him and noticed that he too was starting up a set of water works. He turned around and began walking out the door. "I'm sorry if I hurt you..." He said.
When he was gone and out of ear shot, she shook her head, looking down at her hands that were now placed gently on her chest in fists. "It's alright...I forgive you...big brother..."
The truck moved it's way slowly into the drive way, looking odd to those passing by. The beeping of the tracker on the dash board made his eye twitch with hate. He hated the sound of the tracker. Hated it with all his being. But, in cases like this, he had a love-hate relationship. His beloved project was in that house, making her way down a set of stairs it seemed. He smirked at the monitor and climbed out of the truck, walking to the front door.
It was a very nice house, yellow shingles, large yard, a perfect place to raise children. He knocked on the door and threw his hands into his pockets, putting a fake smile on for effect.
The boy answered, looking up at the man with a questioning look. "Ummm, can I help you?" He asked.
Shou Tucker nodded, fixing his glasses slightly. "Yes, my daughter has gone missing and I was wondering if she might have walked by here. Long blonde hair, gold eyes?"
The teen stared at the man, clearly not trusting him. But he just smiled down at him until his golden prize was seen walking up behind him. "Ah! There you are my dear!"
Edo stared at him, not showing any emotion at all. It was clear that she was going back, there was no use fighting it. She walked passed Alphonse and stood in front of Tucker who hugged her tightly.
"You had me and your mother worried sick!" He said, the teen turning back to the other, giving him a slight wave of goodbye.
Al nodded and waved back, closing the door as the two walked down into the truck, and drove off, out of sight. He put his hand up to his chest and leaned against the back of the front door. Something was telling him to run after her, to bring her back. It wasn't the same type of feeling that he had for his girlfriend, Mei. No, this was something else entirely but yet, it felt the same. An unbreakable bond. His heart began to ache the more he thought about her. The only other time he had felt this way...
He rushed to the kitchen and picked up the phone, calling the number on the fridge. The number that was given to them the last time his heart pained this much.
"Hello?" A man asked on the other end.
"Are you Police Officer Hughes?" He asked, trying to keep as calm as possible.
"Yes, I am. Who's this?"
"Alphonse Elric. A friend of mine was just kidnapped." The panic in his voice began to rise.
"Son, I need you to calm down. Tell me the name of your friend and how she was kidnapped. What did the vehicle look like?"
"She was kidnapped in a meat truck...uh, Tucker's Meats. That's what it said. She has blonde hair. Her name is Edo." He said, trying his hardest not to burst into tears. What was wrong with him?
"Stay put. We're on our way."
The man tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling, not caring that the chandelier was burning his eyes. All day he had searched and still no sign of her. But, of course. Did he really expect her to come back after he hit her?
The look in her eyes replayed in his mind over and over, turning him into a sort of zombie. He hadn't eaten and it looked as if he hadn't slept, the stress taking a physical toll on him. A knock came at the door but yet, he felt no need to get up and answer it. They'll be gone soon anyhow. When the knock was heard once more, Roy sighed and stood up, sluggishly making his way over and opening it, looking up at his old friend. "What is it, Hughes?" He asked, seeming tired.
"We found her."
A/N: Assassin action in the next chapter, I promise. - ADAM
